Wednesday, December 31, 2008

It’s Like This

I didn’t mean to scare you,
But I need to speak plain.
I don’t need more friends,
Not the woman kind,
And I sure don’t want
To be a friend of yours.

Don’t misunderstand; I ain’t mad;
You ain’t got no sorryin’ to do.
But I can’t stand around like
I don’t care where you go,
And who you go with.

You flat out don’t know
No guys as cool as me.
I know two men
Better than me,
But they ain’t callin’
And I ain’t leavin.’

Best chew on this
And don’t forget:
We ain’t made for lonely,
And my stomach for losing out
Is at an end.